Proving Her Worth Part 2: Friday [boss/employee]

The bosses door had been closed all day. She was getting increasingly nervous as everyone began preparing to leave. He’d been cordial, but no more than to everyone else, and acted like nothing had happened. And she couldn’t tell if it was because they were at work, or because he genuinely didn’t care. Didn’t know if her impulsive actions had put him off.

When he stuck his head around the door and looked at her, something eased in her chest.

“Could you stay behind a sec?” He asked quietly.

“Of course, sir.”

He gestured her into his office. She stood there as he gathered his things. As soon as the last person has left, she was pressed against the door, his lips against hers and his hands in her hair. They kiss deeply, lingeringly, until they eventually had to come up for air.

He pulled away. “So, I’m free now… If you still want that date?” He grinned.

Half an hour later, they entered a quiet bar. He paid for her drink, despite her protests, and they found an empty corner, partly out of sight of the other patrons.

They sat, drank, talked about work, family. And all the while his hand slowly crept up her thigh. Under her skirt. She enjoyed the little shock of suprise at his realisation that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. But there was a little wicked smile on his face as he dragged a finger over her pussy. She had to stifle a gasp, glanced behind her quickly to see if anyone heard. No one else was so much as looking at them.

He asked her deep questions about her life, leaning forward interestedly – and so he had more access to tease her. Rubbed her clit slowly, even as he required long, considered answers from her. She struggled to think. He slipped two fingers inside her and she stopped trying at all, just stared at him, flushed and wanting.

He gently prompted her a few times, and she stutteringly answered.

He fucked her slowly, massaging her walls, still stimulating her clit with a thumb. She had to bite her lip to stifle a moan when he sped up, curled his fingers to hit her g-spot.
Her pussy tightened around his fingers. They slipped into a keen silence, drinking up every flicker of undisguised need on the other’s face.

Just when she was about to climax, he stopped. Pulled away, drained the last of his drink and walked behind her.

“I want to taste you when you cum,” he spoke into the shell of her ear, breath brushing over her skin, his voice rumbling through her, down to her core.

She emptied her glass. “Are we leaving so soon? Things were just getting interesting.” She teased.

His hands skimmed the sides of her breasts.
“Things will be even more interesting at my house. Particularly in my bed.” And then he told her, in detail, how he was going to lay her down and fuck her until she was screaming his name. Until he’d emptied his balls into her waiting pussy.

She let him steer her out of the bar.

They stumbled into the house, kissing hungrily once more. It was nice – what little she’d seen of it as he pulled her into his living room. She was far too focused on the man right in front of her. He placed her on the sofa.

His lips were swollen from kissing, his eyes dark and hair wild. “Do you want anything?” He asked, sounding slightly embarrassed.

“Yes. You.”

“No I meant-”

“I know what you meant.” She interupted. “I want you. Nothing else.”

She pulled him closer, ran a finger from his belly button to his cock. Caressed him over his clothes. He dropped to his knees.

“Oh no you don’t. Me first.” And grinned, that damnable wicked smile again.

He pulled her skirt off, opened her legs. Kissed and sucked his way up the inside of her thigh. He hummed with delight at her wetness, licked her up.

She tipped her head back, whimpering softly. He stopped.

“Moan as loudly as you want, honey. I need to know I’m making you feel good.”

Then he devoured her, just as she remembered him doing before, like he’d never needed anything more.

She groaned as he sucked, licked, ate her out as she’d never been before. Already edging from the bar, she came hard, quickly. He licked her all up, focusing on every inch of her pussy.

When she’d recovered, he led her upstairs by the hand.

He took her into his bedroom, lowering himself onto his knees again. Undid her shirt button by button, kissing his way up. Removed her bra, staring hungrily at her breasts.

But he restrained himself, and, standing, undressed slowly for her, doing a mock-striptease. She laughed, half-reclined on the bed, body still lithe with pleasure.

Then he grew serious, walked toward her with that intense hunger back in his eyes. She wiggled away teasingly. He followed, eyes fixed on her, crawled onto the bed and pinned her down. He pushed her knees against her chest and lowered himself down onto her.

He got to enjoy the exact moment when her eyes went wide as he entered her. His arms were close around her as he pressed himself deeper, fucking her slowly, sensually. And then faster. She moaned, neck straining as she threw her head back, writhing under his relentless pounding. His face seemed at once a thousand miles away and incredibly close. She wanted to kiss that smirk off his face but was being fucked too hard to plan that move out. Her boobs bounced under the force, and he watched, fascinated for a while. But his eyes always returned to her face.

Her pussy tightened around him rhythmically. He kept fucking her, but slower, deeper. He wanted this to last.
Soon she was moaning his name, eyes closed, a desperate whine to her voice. He moved a little faster.

“Oh god, please, more, please…” She gasped out.

“More of what, honey?” He said coaxingly.

“Faster, please, I need more of you.” She begged.

He did exactly as she asked. Held her still and screwed her brutally. Groaned as she came immediately around his cock, fucking her through it. She was screaming his name hoarsely, begging him not to stop, to fill her up with his cum.

She climaxed again, pussy pulsing, body and mind a quivering, unthinking mess. So lost in pleasure that she could think of nothing but how he was making her feel. He was enraptured by the look on her face. He felt himself edging closer and closer to cumming.

“Open your eyes honey, look at me.” He said.

So that they were looking each other in the eyes when he painted her pussy with cum. Filled her so deep she thought her insides had to be swimming with it. He kept going.

“I did promise I’d empty my balls into you,” he whispered in her ear.

She laid there, exhausted when he was done. He collapsed next to her, stroking her hair, kissing her back into reality.

“That was incredible.” She said, rolling over and cuddling into his chest.

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